Dying🥹

Why are you booing me? You know I’m right

Your face is all fucked up from taking the world by the teeth

And there's blood on your hands you don't know whose it is

Ares x Reader (One Shot)

“Oh absolutely fucking not.”

You held your hands up in disgust, backing away from the obviously bewildered beast of a man who stood before you. He looked stunned, as if you were the first woman to say no to him.

“Are you fucking with me?” He demanded, dark brows raised.

You scoffed at him, stunned that he would even ask you such a bold question. “Ares, seriously? You seriously though I’d say yes to that? Did Hermes toss you a few mushrooms again or are you just that fucking stupid?” You searched his face, desperately hoping this was some sick joke and the man you’d managed to somewhat befriend was only trying to crack a dumb joke for the sake of watching you squirm. But the way his mouth twisted downwards confirmed that it was indeed not a joke. Was he actually offended?

“We literally just started getting along!” You shouted, tossing your hands in the air in frustration. You could feel your cheeks beginning to warm. You were angry, somewhat hurt and thoroughly embarrassed. Why did anything with a penis always pull a stunt like this?

“I don’t know why you’re so opposed to something that could literally make every other god wild with envy!” He shot back, large hands curling into fists at his side. You’d bruised his ego, and maybe anyone else would have been terrified if the god of war was standing before them looking less than displeased but you barely batted an eye. You were one of the only ones who didn’t react to his bullshit. The chances of you taking him down were level with his defeating you.

“Wild with envy?” You asked incredulously, sneering at him. “Are you fucked? One, Aphrodite would have my head on a pike!” You held your finger up, moving towards him to point it angrily in his face. “And two, it would be a fucking psychopath.”

Ares’ jaw twitched as he clenched it. He didn’t seem to pleased with the notion that you were insulting the non existent child he’d proposed the two of you create.

“No he wouldn’t,” He shot back indignantly, taking a step towards you. He towered over you, but you only squared your shoulders.

“The god of war? Producing a child that isn’t a raging lunatic?” Your eyebrows shot up. You were mocking him now. “I sincerely doubt that’s even possible. And secondly, why the fuck did you assume it would be a boy?!” You were shouting now, heart beat rising as your anger began to stir. The string of curses that you were about to let loose would have made Dionysus himself blush.

“You’ve got an awful lot of guts to talk to me like this,” Ares growled, moving closer to you. He was less than a foot from you now, and you could hear him grind his teeth as he lowered his face to yours. His eyes were wild with rage, and you watched with amusement as they began to churn. Oh, yes, the god of war had become so angry he was starting to lose control. You could see the chaos beginning to unfurl behind them. Images of people tearing each other apart, wars unfolding, misery and despair taking control. It was enough to drive a man insane.

But you were no man.

“Don’t make an enemy out of me Ares.” Your voice was dangerously low, you could feel the way your own pupils began to darken. “I will hunt you like a wild animal and gut you before the very people that worship you.”

His pupils widened, just slightly, and you could have sworn it was lust that clouded his gaze. You wouldn’t have been surprised. Why wouldn’t a man whom everyone feared not feel attracted to one of the only women who could actually stand a chance against him in the ring? You’d never admit it out loud, but some part of you was attracted to him as well. He was dangerous, he actually stood a chance against your prowess.

“I should cut your head off for the way you speak to me,” He hissed, lips curling back over his incisors. His dark, curly hair was still plastered to his forehead, the sweat still glistening on his skin from your sparring match earlier. You’d come out here to train with him, work on some new war tactics, not argue over theoretical children. Although, his bronzed skin did look good…and the scar that ran from his jaw to his cheekbone looked rather-

“Fuck off.” You couldn’t tell if you were saying it to him, or yourself. You should have seen it coming, and you cursed yourself when you didn’t move quickly enough to block him. It was over in a matter of seconds, but you could only wheeze when Ares suddenly had his chest pressed against your back, your arms twisted painfully behind you. You winced, fighting the urge to groan in pain when he pressed the side of your face further into the dirt. “Bastard.”

“I’d avoid insulting the god of war when you can’t even defend yourself.” You could hear the sick fuck’s twisted grin as he whispered into your ear, noting that his grin became animalistic when you shivered at the sensation of his breath on your skin.

“Eat shit you spoiled rotten brat-“ You managed to choke out, curling your hands into fists. He’d break your arm if you made any sudden movements. Not that it would take long to heal, but breaking bones was never something you actively sought out. It still hurt every time.

“I should rip out your spine and leave you here,” Ares growled into your ear, fingers tightening painfully around your wrist as he pushed your face deeper into the dirt. You were going to cut his head off once you were free. “Let the animals-“

Ares was cut off when you let loose a primal shout, hooking your leg around his and kicking backwards. He rocked forward, nose breaking against the side of your skull. You rolled to the side, forcing your hands out of his grip, shoulder tearing from its socket in the process. You pushed yourself to your feet, chest heaving as you glowered down at the man who still lay a few feet from you. Your arm was hanging limply at your side, and you watched as Ares rocked back onto his haunches, wicked eyes meeting your own as he halfhazardly dragged his hand under his rapidly healing nose. Golden ichor flowed freely from it, coating the lower half of his face.

Ares couldn’t help it anymore. He watched, feeling absolutely fucking feral, as you stared down at him. Your eyes were ablaze with rage, the humanity within them barely a whisper, as you struggled to catch your breath. Your gaze didn’t leave his as you suddenly let loose a roar, reaching over to slam your arm back into its socket. You were fucking stunning, a wild woman who could not be contained. Even Zeus feared you, and it made Ares want you even more. He’d never intended to fall for you, in fact he’d only started speaking to you because he’d felt threatened by your presence and he’d wanted to discover your weaknesses. But when he’d watch you draw your weapon, lips curling into a grin as you tore through whatever stood between you and your goal, he’d damn near dropped to his knees. You were a wild animal, incapable of feeling fear, and he wanted you more than he’d dare admit to anyone, even himself.

Aphrodite was beautiful, a beauty nothing could compare to, but you were different. You could stop an immortal being in it’s tracks with your gaze. Mortals barely even spoke your name for fear of crossing you and bringing your rage upon them.

And Ares wanted you more than anything. God, the idea of fucking you had been living in his mind for so fucking long, he’d barely been able to focus on anything else. And whether you wanted to admit it or not, the two of you could create a child no one on Olympus had ever dreamed of.

“If you ever fucking try to cross me again,” Ares was barely processing your words as you spoke, instead noting how his blood had stained your hair, “I’ll rip your head off and eat it.”

Ares licked his lips, eyes glued to your ass as you stalked away from him. “Same time tomorrow?” He called after you, smiling like a madman when you turned to scowl at him over your shoulder. He knew you wanted him too.

In the low light, I'd do anything for you

louise: "congratulations, honey, on the final race, welcome home to me and the girls" 😭

Hands Like Carved Marble - LN

Summary: There's a lot of things that Lando can do to turn his girlfriend on. But sometimes he doesn't even have to try for her to be hot and bothered.

Themes (18+) Minors DNI: Smut, hand kink, slight dom!Lando, cockwarming

No part 2 requests please

Y/n genuinely believes that Lando's hands could inspire art. Hell they probably have inspired art from his fans.

But the things she thinks of when it comes to Lando's hands are sinful.

All Y/n ever wants to do is have Lando's hands on her, and if she can't have that then she's constantly reliving memories absently. Just those memories get her flustered and almost embarrassed.

A man's hands should not have that much of an effect on her honestly, she needs to get herself together.

"You alright, baby?" Lando asks innocently while y/n looks at Lando for a moment.

"Yeah, why?" Y/n mumbles as his hand comes up and he presses the back of his fingers to her forehead only for her to flinch away. "What are you doing?"

"You look a little warm." Lando smirks and suddenly the innocence is gone, he knows exactly what he's doing.

"You're a dick." Y/n grumbles making him laugh.

"One camera close up of my hands and I'd bet I could get you off easily." Lando sighs very much loving the type of effect he has on her without even meaning to. "It's not my fault that you are so effected my hands."

"Please shut up." Y/n groans covering her face as it heats up more and she feels like she's just impossibly hot right now.

"Feeling sticky?" Lando hums which he's surprised doesn't actually earn him a slap. Instead she turns and walks away with him laugh and following her since he might be winding her up and poking fun but he's absolutely going to take advantage of his girlfriend being a puddle as soon as his hands touch her. Or actually sometimes that's not even needed. He doesn't really need to touch her for the effect to be present.

He rushes after her and moves quickly to get himself following her closely and hopefully not raising suspicious.

"You are something else, baby." Lando states as he locks the door to his room. "I like that you make it so easy for me."

Y/n wants to be mad but she's already too focused on the look in Lando's eye, that sort of reflective glint that they take when he's got his mind set on what he'll be doing with his hands just to make her melt.

"Not that I think you need it, but get them wet." Lando instructs gently pulling her jaw down to place his middle and ring finger, sliding them against the slick wet of her tongue.

Now usually y/n can have a bit of an attitude. As retaliation for Lando accidentally turning her on so often without even trying, she can be a bit of a tease. But she knows when to be quiet for her own benefit.

"Stay quiet." Lando instructs as he feels her manage to get his fingers soaked in her spit.

As soon as Lando pulls his fingers from her mouth, he's pressed her up against the door his free hand over her mouth since the woman can't stay quiet to save her life. Especially when his hands are on her.

His hand slides up under her dress pushing her damp panties aside, feeling her thighs quiver either side of his hand.

As soon as his fingers slide into her, the muffled moan coming from gently pressure on her g-spot and toying with her clit. He's quite literally got her in the palm of his hand.

Lando would argue to anyone else that y/n is not easy, but when it comes to being at the mercy of his hands. She's really the easiest to have literally dripping on the floor.

Y/n is almost dizzy feeling his large hand over her mouth accompanied by the overstimulation of his fingers thrusting in and out of her while his thumb presses and plays with her clit.

He keeps muffling any noises coming from her which are getting louder and more frequent as things build up. Her thighs press together over his hand, trapping him as she feels her orgasm strike. He's practically holding her up just with his own muscle as she shakes and shudders, spasming on his fingers while he tries to keep her muffled moans at bay.

Sure, more than half the unit has got to know what's happening but this isn't the first case of this happening and it certainly won't be the last. Thankfully everyone is too polite to mention it.

Y/n whines before she swallows breathing heavy against his hand as she looks at him with heavy-hooded eyes.

Slowly he removes his hand from her mouth, moving his arm to catch her when she proves unsteady on her feet.

"Alright, baby. I got you." Lando laughs as he finally gets his hand back from the tight press between her thighs. "We need a make sure clean up, baby."

"My dress..." Y/n whines making Lando look at her.

"We'll clean it up, I promise...although we may want to start keeping spare clothes for every time you decide you need to have my hands on you."

-

Sitting on a plane with Lando for a flight home after a race can actually be relaxing and actually y/n prefers commercial flights because the turbulence is less intense.

Y/n gets distract though when Lando is trying to get their movies to start at the same time so they can watch together but on separate screens.

"You are unbelievable. I haven't even done anything." Lando laughs shaking his head at her when he notices her gaze glued to his hand and her getting once again, hot and bothered.

"Shut up." Y/n whines before he smiles and reaches his hand over letting her just have hold of it to sort of play with. She's always fiddly and uneasy, but sometimes she really just finds comfort in his hand being in her grasp.

Oddly it's pretty comforting to Lando knowing he can somewhat settle his girlfriend, again with such minimal effort from him.

Y/n ends up curling up holding Lando's hand and brushing the tip of his finger over her lips, sometimes outlining them and sometimes just brushing it up and down as she focuses on the movie. Oddly Lando is the one between them who can't stop thinking about her rather than her being focused on and distracted by Lando's hand.

Although she completely falls asleep with his hand pressed tightly against her cheek.

-

Y/n smiles in a state of relaxation while they're in bed as she feels Lando run his middle fingers up and down either side of her spine. The feeling of his hands on her making her shiver a little before she removes her face from his neck.

"Are you ok?" Lando asks softly as he cups her face, rubbing over her lips with his thumb, the fleeing of her pulsing around his dick just from her attention going to his hands. "I want to say you need to learn to control yourself, but I really love this."

"Lando." Y/n whines suddenly grinding herself down on him a little while Lando grunts. His hand going down to hold her throat as she starts to ride him.

"Fuck, easy baby." Lando groans as she begins to bounce on his dick, her own hand going up over his own as he tightens his hold on her just enough that her airway is slightly restricted.

Y/n's head drops back as she feels his other hand move to hold her own, intertwining their fingers and locking their hold together as she fees her climax coming to a peak and when it hits they're both in their high together.

"That's it baby." Lando soothes gently sliding his hand down her body to help her guide herself to lie forward on him again.

Y/n twitches and spasms around him still feeling full with him as she keeps a tight hold on his hand, just settling down against him again.

"Do you just want to stay here like this for a bit?" Lando asks softly earning a nod as she turns her head to focus on his hand, releasing it just so she can trace over the prominent veins that she is so attracted to.

So while fans were tearing each other apart, Lando and Oscar were playing monopoly on their shared flight home to Monaco and getting destroyed by Alex while eating mcdonald’s to celebrate the 1-2.

Yeah right, he fucking loves me.

robert de niro in hi, mom! (dir. brian de palma, 1970)

THE LOVE WITCH (2016) dir. Anna Biller